The boat is getting closer and closer, with the eaves and brackets on it, and there are wooden carved walls on each side, as gentle as ties inlaid with gems. The boat is carved with beams and painted roofs, exquisite and beautiful. Although it is luxurious, it is not vulgar, and it shows the aroma of books.

The moon rose, sprinkling the rich moonlight on the water surface. Gradually, the moon shadow on the water surface gradually shattered, and the pleasure boat shored.

As the sound of the ancient chime sounded, the expressions of the onlookers became solemn, and an old man with a good appearance slowly walked out of the pleasure boat. Behind him was a young man, holding a roster and a paintbrush in his hand.

"Everyone, the poetry meeting begins soon. We have invited Elder Wei from the Yuchan Sect to judge." The young man said aloud.

Everyone praised "Elder Wei's good", and Elder Wei waved and then sat down. The people on the shore began to whisper.

"It turned out to be Elder Wei of the Yuchan Sect! He won the top scorer back then!"

"Yes! And I heard that the female disciples he received were all as beautiful as a flower!"

"If anyone's poems can be praised by Elder Wei, then his reputation will be doubled immediately!"

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After Elder Wei sat down, he glanced at the audience with a gentle and kind look: "Heaven and earth are the backward journey of all things; light is the passerby of a hundred generations. But life is like a dream, how much happiness is? The ancients traveled at night with candles, and there was a good idea. Moreover, Liangxia summoned me to smoke and scenery, and large pieces of me to write articles... You are handsome, without any need to be nervous. Good days and beautiful scenery, poetry and sing answers, this is a great joy in life."

Afterwards, after the young man read out the rules and procedures of the competition poem, Elder Wei waved his hand and said that he could start. Just by waving his hand, Chen Feng saw the style revealed in it, which was indeed a literary temperament.

There is no limited title for this poetry meeting. As long as the poems and essays can satisfy Elder Wei, they can board the pleasure boat.

What is given is that there are time limits for three topics. Anyone present can recite the poems and comment on them by Elder Wei and inform them whether they have passed the test. Of course, if they can make a long fu, it is also possible. However, the difficulty of writing fu is far above writing fu.

A long fragrance made of unknown material was lit there, exuding a refreshing fragrance. It smelled the best, but at this moment it invisibly increased everyone's nervousness.

Tang Cai, who likes to show off, seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and then left the list on the incense quilt: "Elder Wei, I already have it."

"Oh? It's Tang Cai. Sure enough, Wen Si is quick. Let me see if you can take the lead first."

"Showing a ugliness." Tang Cai bowed to Elder Wei and everyone. Although his posture was humble, his face was a little arrogant. He should be very confident in his poems.

He only heard him say loudly: "The name of my poem is: The beautiful soul rises in the sky, and the fairy sounds among the clouds are silent. The autumn colors are equally filled, and the clouds are bright for thousands of miles. The cunning rabbit falls from the strings, and the demon toads will not live in front of you. The spiritual raft intends to make an appointment to work hand in hand, and wait for the Milky Way to be completely clear."

After hearing his chanting, Elder Wei nodded and said, "The poem "Tang Cai is titled Mid-Autumn Festival", which is actually a song of the Mid-Autumn Moon Night, focusing on the description of the autumn moon again. The poem describes the shape of the bright moon like a treasure mirror, the quiet atmosphere of the moon night, the equally divided autumn colors, and the illumination of its clouds. Later, he used legends about the moon as material to describe the bright and perfect image of the autumn moon. The last two sentences further galloped through the imagination, intending to accompany you to travel to the Milky Way, and make the clear and radiant moonlight in the poem appear in a new realm. Although this poem is good, the only regret is that it is slightly inconsistent with the scenery at this time. However, it should be named as a poetry meeting."

Elder Wei's judgment was fair, and he expressed the benefits of Tang Cai's poems, but also stated that his poems were inconsistent with the scene in front of him, and it might have been done in advance.

Tang Cai originally wanted to lead the style with this poem, but who knew that because of his impatient nature, Elder Wei saw the problem. However, he did not dare to fight with Elder Wei, so he looked humble. He bowed and bowed, then jumped and gently walked onto the pleasure boat. His posture was elegant, which made many women moved.

Fengcheng whispered to Qian Lei in this poem. Qian Lei nodded, walked out of the crowd and said, "I have it too, please judge Elder Wei.

Seeing a tall and strong man like Qian Lei standing up and saying he wanted to write poetry, the people around him couldn't help laughing. Someone whispered: "Can this stupid man write poetry? I'm so laughing to death."

Tang Cai on the pleasure boat glanced at Qian Lei and showed a slightly disgusted expression. Only Elder Wei remained silent and said, "Please!"

Qian Lei ignored the soft murmurs of the people around him and said in a loud voice: "My poem is called: The mountain light suddenly falls westward, the moon rises eastward. It emits a cool night, opens a pavilion and lies leisurely. The lotus wind brings fragrance, and the bamboo dew drops clear sound. I want to play the piano, but I hate that I don't know how to appreciate it. I feel that I miss my old friend and have a dream in the middle of the night."

After speaking, the surroundings were silent. Anyone who had a little bit of poetry could hear that this poem was a good product.

Elder Wei nodded while listening, and then commented: "This poem depicts the leisurely and contentment of the summer night, expresses the nostalgia for friends. There are flowers and moons, which is also a matter of topic. The beginning describes the setting sun and the rising moon in the east, setting a scene for the coolness; the third and fourth sentences describe the cooling after bathing, expressing leisure and comfort; the fifth and six sentences continue to write about the true feelings of cooling from smell; the seventh and eight sentences describe the quiet realm to playing the piano, thinking of a soulmate, transitioning from enjoying coolness to loving people; the last sentences describe the hope that friends can spend a good night with them and dream of dreams. The whole poem describes the scenery and objects in a delicate and subtle way, the language is smooth and natural, the situation is integrated, the poem tastes mellow and the meaning is full of charm, giving people a sense of leisure. Your great talent, please go to the pleasure boat."

"Elder Wei, I suspect that this poem was copied by him!" Tang Cai suddenly spoke.

"Oh? Tang Cai, if this poem was not written by him, who would have come from?"

"I don't know this. But this poem is natural and not like this person can do it."

"Are you sure?"

"This... I'm just guessing. I just think that it's really doubtful to have such a masterpiece, and the time is so short." Tang Cai said hesitantly.

"If that's the case, you are the first to write a poem. Should I be driving you out of the boat first?"

Tang Cai lowered his head, but was unable to refute: "I...I just..."

"Hmph! As a person from my Yuchan Sect, I should say less if I have no basis. I must not do anything about judging people by their appearance. I will judge them by their poetry and prose."

Elder Wei's words resonated with many people. They immediately despised Tang Cai, but they became more and more admired the justice of the elder Yuchan Sect.

Qian Lei felt relieved when he saw Tang Cai being defeated. He winked at Fengcheng and Chen Feng and jumped onto the pleasure boat.

Next, people began to emerge one after another. However, most of the poems were mediocre, and only three people could get approved by Elder Wei to board the boat.

"Does Brother Feng have it? If not, why would you let me interfere with it?" Fengcheng asked softly.

"It's not necessary. If I can't write poetry, I will naturally not attend the trade fair. Anyway, I don't have any special needs. I enjoy the beautiful scenery here, and it's a pleasure to wait for Brother Feng and Brother Qian to return with a full load. It's worthwhile to be able to come to the top of Jiudai Peak to witness this grand event. Brother Feng ignores me and board the ship early."
Chapter completed!